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// Chapter 2 
// Story: Portal 42 
// by Paradox 
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(Tyler)



Okay, I was on my break at work so I decided to go and bug Chris. I walked into the large building and asked the lady at the front desk where he was. She directed me to room 42 on the third floor. Once I got through the elevator music from hell (yes, I hate it that badly), I walked to room 42 and went inside. Finding nothing but a random door, I walked over to it and opened it out of sheer boredom. Nobody told me it was a fucking portal, and I don’t read signs. So anyway, I stood gawking at the black emptiness that lay through the door, when suddenly someone fucking PUSHED me! I would’ve turned and bitch slapped the bastard but then I noticed I was standing on nothing but empty space. Ever seen Wiley Coyote? It was one of those moments, except I didn’t have a sign with me at the time.

“Maledizione!” I shouted into the dark. Most of the time when I get frustrated, scared, or nervous, I’ll curse in Italian. I was born in Italy (my name isn’t really Tyler but that’s the name I go by) but I was raised in America. My parents moved there right when I was born and taught me both english and italian. It has its perks, like I can curse at someone and they have no idea what the fuck I’m saying. I also have a slight fear of the dark, so when the door slammed shut my heart started going haywire, and I blacked out.

Back to the present. We already went over how Chris was so “kind” as to wake me up with a cool dip in that pool.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna see if I can find Rainbow Dash,” said Chris, answering my question.

“Hey! You’re not leaving without me!” I said, running clumsily after him (you try running on four damn hooves after you’ve walked on two feet your whole life). He laughed and picked up a set of grey saddle bags that must have been his. I spotted a black pair and managed to get them on without too much trouble.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he said suddenly. “What the hell is my cutie mark?” I looked to see a notepad on his flank (of course... I can’t remember a time where he wasn't carrying the damn thing).

“A notepad, duh,” I said. “What’s mine?”

“Lightning bolt with wings,” he replied. I grinned at that. I always liked going fast, often speeding even if a cop was right in front of me. I wanted to fly one of those super sonic jets but decided to stick with my Camero when I saw all the complicated controls on a trip (don’t ask).

“So are you gonna stand there or are you gonna help me find Rainbow Dash?” asked Chris, who had somehow gotten a good distance away while I was thinking.

“I’m coming, hold your ponies.” HA I’m so funny... not really. It got a little chuckle from Chris but not much else, so I just followed him out of the clearing and hopefully towards Ponyville. It almost seemed like he’d been here before. He knew where to turn and which way to go at all times it seemed. I was so happy when we finally broke through the trees to a scene that would be forever implanted in my brain. We were looking directly at Ponyville! Everything was there! I could see Twilight’s tree house and Sweet Apple Acres, and everything was as awesome looking as it was in the show. I looked at Chris to see his mouth agape and his eyes darting every which way. Meanwhile, my brain was screaming at me about the irrational sight in front of us.

“This is fucking awesome,” I heard Chris say. Turning my head, I saw that his eyes were almost spinning in there sockets they were moving so fast.

“Woah calm down before your eyes fall out of your damn head man,” I told him, causing his eyes to snap to me. He stood there for a moment before breaking into a grin.

“What the hell are you smiling about?” I asked nervously.

“Race you to Sweet Apple Acres,” he said, then his horn glowed. Disappearing in a flash of light, he reappeared  next to a building way in front of me.

“No fair!” I shouted. I decided to give my wings a try in an attempt to catch up. After a few failures, I managed to get into the air and start flying after him. Pressing my luck, I flapped my wings as fast as I could, and I soon passed over Chris who bore the most surprised expression I’ve ever seen. It was so funny that I almost crashed into a tree, which would’ve ended my good mood VERY quickly. I veered to the left, and ended up smacking into a branch instead, knocking the wind out of me and leaving me on the ground coughing. All that time, my saddlebags somehow remained glued to my back. My troll senses tell me magnets are involved.

“Are you okay Tyler?” Chris asked as he walked up to me.

“Do I look okay to you?” I asked after I regained my breath.

“Well you did just hit a branch going about sixty miles per hour,” he replied, trying not to laugh.

“Shut up,” I growled, getting back to my hooves. We walked the rest of the way until we saw a barn come into sight. I started to head towards it when something hit me going at least fourty miles per hour, or rather someONE. Coughing out dust, I looked over my shoulder to see a certain rainbow maned pegasus. Chris was stunned, his jaw hanging open.

“Rainbow Dash you need to stop crashing into ponies like this.” said a deep voice. I looked up to see a grey pegasus with black spots. He was chuckling as he looked at the scene. Chris also spotted him, and instantly froze on the spot. I have no idea how a pony can go pale, but Chris did. The cyan weight on my back stirred and rubbed her forehead with a hoof.

“Hehe, sorry about that,” she said, getting off me and flying up to the grey pegasus.